Sudden images of the figure you saw in the mirror are projected into your mind, the figure that seemed to appear and disappear without a trace. To settle these thoughts, you decide to confront Mark about it.
"If only you had scared me in here a little later, we would've caught the guy."
Mark raises an eyebrow in confusion, and he shoots Jack a quick quizzical look.
"I was never in here, I spent the first half of the party with Jack."
"That's true." Jack nods quickly and he gazes at you in concern. "Maybe yeh saw someone else?"
"That's not possible." You shake your head defiantly. "It was definitely Mark, I'm sure of it. Just without all the-" You gesture vaguely at your mouth, indicating the blood and fangs. "He had a weird voice too, really deep and distorted."
Mark sends Jack another look, a look that definitely has a deeper meaning.
"Okay, what? What the hell do you both seem to know?" You square your shoulders and lean back on your heels. Jack sighs and replies in a shaky and hesitant tone.
"It…It was just meant to be part of the fun." Jack struggles to meet your gaze, he looks…almost ashamed. "It's the reason we picked the 'alter-ego' theme in the first place. We were finally going to get the 10 points from yeh, together, this whole night was part of that."
You stare at him in disbelief, before Mark continues the story in a stronger and more assured tone.
"I was against it for a while, I really didn't want to see you cry. But Jack promised you would find it funny."
You scoff loudly, and Mark looks guiltier because of it.
"We were going to pretend to 'become' our personas. Freak you out a little bit. We even drew this weird symbol on the wall in red paint to make it seem more real, I found it online, it was from this freaky demon-lover website. Apparently, it was supposed to release inner demons, or something like that. But it needs this wacky blood sacrifice and ritual…and-"
Mark slowly cuts off, apparently lost in his thoughts.
"-And mirrors." Jack finishes in a whisper. "Mirrors to release them, they act like a doorway of sorts."
"Oh fuck." You breathe and glance between the two of them slowly. "Tell me you didn't open the Gates of Hell for free pizza."
Neither of them can respond, because the answer unfortunately is 'yes'.
